Missionary

Panic filled me as they both stared at me expectantly. I could tell Adam was getting annoyed that his night with Kaylee being directed by me. Still, he said nothing as he awaited my decision—which I needed to make quickly.

“M-missionary,” I forced out. I felt a bead of sweat run down my temple as I watched my friend nod. I couldn’t tell if that was a look of disappointment or something else. Regardless, she smiled at me.

“Going with the classic then. Okay.”

I watched as they positioned themselves on the bed before me. Spreading her legs, she allowed Adam to move between them as she shifted into a comfortable position. Looking away, I struggled to control my breathing. A few seconds later, I felt something brush my arm. Jerking, I looked up to find Kaylee’s fingertips just barely reaching my arm. She smiled as our eyes met.

“Can you see?”

I blinked a few times in confusion.

“Huh?”

“The view. Is it good?” Glancing over, I found Adam inching closer to her. The tip of his cock inched towards her slit. I looked away only to hear Kaylee’s voice call my name. “Scott. Scott look at me.” Lightheaded, I glanced over at her. With an encouraging smile, she nodded as she held out her hand. I stared at it before realizing she wanted me to take it. Reaching out, her hand grabbed mine.

“Watch,” she whispered, blue eyes commanding me to obey. “Watch me take his cock inside me.” My hand tried to pull away, but her grasp tightened. Her mouth opened wider, matching her eyes. “He’s entering me,” she gasped. “Look at it, Scott. Look at me take his big cock inside me.”

I don’t know why I did what she asked. I hated watching as Adam pushed himself inside her. It was agonizing. The noises they made didn’t help matters.

Burying himself as deep as he could go, he stopped. Eyes closed, he enjoyed the moment. Envy burned within me. How many guys knew that feeling?

Not for the first time, I wished I was normal. If I was normal, none of this would be happening—or if it were, it wouldn’t hurt this badly.

Kaylee never let go of my hand as Adam fucked her. It was hard and fast, his thrusts pushing her away from him. Her muscular legs clenched against him as she cried out his name. My eyes were at a loss of where to look. His hips rocked against hers as I watched his bare cock piston in and out of her. Feeling sick, I focused on Kaylee. My eyes roamed over her smooth skin only to be interrupted by Adam’s hands as they ran down the sides of her body. The violent sways of her breasts grabbed my attention. Adam was really hammering her to get them to move so energetically. Her cries of pleasure indicated that she didn’t want it any other way.

Yet my view of her breasts was ruined by his hands once more. They ran over them, smashing them down as he played with her nipples. It was like he was following my gaze with those annoying ass hands of his. Finally, I worked my way up to her face. Her lips were wet and parted as she moaned and cried out. Pleasure danced across her features and filled her gaze as she looked up at the man on the bed with her. She urged Adam on. Crying out again and again for him to fuck her. This wasn’t like what happened with Sean. Even though she was holding my hand, her attention was focused on Adam.

I don’t know how long it went on, only that I was sick the entire time. It felt like my stomach was trying to force its way out of my mouth. I wanted to look away. To leave. Her grip on my hand locked me in place as if she knew the moment she let me go I would flee.

What sickened me the most was the flicker of hope that burned within me. Anticipation kept my eyes locked on her. I wanted her to call my name. To look at me with those pleasure-filled eyes. The expectation was worse than what I was watching now, and it was only getting worse as she grew closer to orgasm. My heart fluttered as I stared at her lips, waiting for my name to be the one she cried out. My breathing was shallow and fast as I searched for her eyes, wanting them to look at me. Without me realizing it, my nausea had nothing to do with watching her with Adam, but the fear that I would be ignored. That it would be Adam’s name she called as she came. That her only link to me would be her tightening grip on my hand.

Kaylee was close. She was getting louder, her voice growing more desperate as she dug her head back into the bed. Her hips bucked up against his thrusts as her moans turned into rapid cries of pleasure.

Crushing despair loomed over me as I realized she wasn’t going to do it. That I was just an afterthought in her journey to ultimate pleasure.

Blue eyes met mine as her head turned at the last moment. They were wide, almost frantic. “I’m cumming, Scott!” Her hand gripped mine tighter. “Scott, I’m cumming!”

Her lips quivered as she came, eyes wide. Body jerking under Adam, he grabbed her sides as he struggled to keep his pace. Just as she began to settle down, Adam quickly pushed her over the edge again. This time, she didn’t call a name, opting for a loud scream of passion.

Adam was getting close himself. Grunting, he leaned forward as he switched to incredibly fast, shallow thrusts. “So close,” he grunted, the only warning Kaylee would get. Seeing he was close, she looked at me.

“Tell him to cum in me,” she commanded. Shocked, my mouth worked but words refused to form. “Scott! Scott tell him to cum in me!”

I didn’t look at Adam, my eyes holding onto hers. I didn’t understand why she wanted this so desperately, but she was practically frantic.

“Cum in her,” I felt myself mumbling, finding my words at last and botching them.

“Again,” she gasped. For a second, I thought she was about to have another orgasm. “You want him to. You want him to cum in me.”

“I want you to cum in her. Cum in her, Adam.”

With a loud grunt, Adam gave a final thrust to get himself as deep as he could. Baring his teeth, he groaned the entire time he game. I knew what was going in her. Even if he was infertile, something in me wanted to attack him. To push him off Kaylee and beat the ever-loving shit out of him. It was shocking to think of murder so brutal. It was fucked up and wasn’t me.

Before I could act on this almost primal instinct, Kaylee jerked at my arm. Not expecting it, I found myself tipping towards the bed. Releasing my hand, she grabbed at my shirt and pulled. Off-balance, I slammed my hands into the bed to stop from head-butting her. I stopped just in time to avoid disaster. That wasn’t what Kaylee had planned though. Before I could react, she lifted her head off the bed to kiss me. The shock wore off quickly and instinct took over. I put everything into that kiss. All my pent up feelings towards her. The anger of this situation. The excitement of hearing her call my name. It was our first real kiss. Not as friends, but as something more than that. A kiss that was years in the making.

All while another man emptied himself inside her.

It was her that released me from the kiss, her head falling back against the bed. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath. Blue eyes stared up at me. They looked down, gazing at my lips as if she was holding herself back from kissing me again. Something I desperately wanted. But the excitement within me was tempered by the fear in her eyes.

“Scott,” she whispered. Before she could say anything else, I kissed her, cutting off whatever she was going to say, afraid of what she was going to say. I felt her arm wrap around my neck, holding me against her. When we broke for air again, the fear was muted. A smile formed on her face as her arm kept me close.

“Let’s date.” I blinked, not quite sure I heard what I thought I did. Her smile widened. “Scott?”

“Yeah?” I breathed.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

I had heard correctly yet I still couldn’t believe it. Kaylee had asked me to be her boyfriend. Yes, girls usually asked guys out, but this was Kaylee. She could have had practically any guy she wanted—and she wanted me. With Adam still deep inside her, I thought the timing could have been better, but I wasn’t going to complain. It was just like her to ask this way.

I was about to accept outright until reality came crashing down over me. I shouldn’t be hesitating like I was. Dating Kaylee was something I’d been dreaming about since the day I met her. That dream was about to come true and here I was actually having to think about it as if ‘no’ was a valid option.

The problem was twofold. One, I had a suspicion that nights like this would become a lot more common if I was her boyfriend. Kaylee, like any normal girl, had plenty of sexual partners. I knew some girls liked to have their significant others watch them with other men, but that was a pretty rare kink. I never thought Kaylee would be one of them. Considering how she acted tonight and with Sean, it was safe to assume she really enjoyed me watching her. A problem considering how much I hated it.

An even larger issue was me. Managing to pull away slightly, I could look down to where she and Adam were joined. As he pulled his softening member from her, thick white liquid followed. Like all women, Kaylee hadn’t thought twice about letting him cum in her. Why worry? It wasn’t like she was going to get pregnant from him. A problem since I could, and asking to use condoms would cause her to ask questions I wasn’t ready to answer.

“You’re not answering.” I looked back up to meet her eyes. Worry was beginning to creep into her features as she forced her smile to stay in place. It looked like she was bracing herself for rejection.